While our friends and rellies (short for relatives - duh) are under a cold, white, fluffy shower…we are taking advantage of the 75 and sunny temps this December 19th. We went up to mission beach for a board / blade. We parked and rolled up about a block or two to cross in a crosswalk. This is where it got ugly round 1. I (Jo) had my very first wipeout ever on my blades. We’re talking hit a bump at highspeeds, feet out from under me, flat on my bum. Andrew didn’t see, but he heard. blahblahblah lots of laughs - I’m fine, thanks. Ok, we continued, we made it to the boardwalk with great success…I was still hiding behind my shades afraid someone saw me…annnnd…you guessed it: it got ugly round 2. Andrew, one second boarding to my right, is suddenly on his stomach sprawled out superman-style…board rolling in front of him. More laughing ensued. Don’t worry, no animals or humans were harmed in the making of this blog post. Only bruised self-esteems.
